Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Little Daisy Stark was a strong baby.

This kind of strength is not necessarily manifested in the tolerance of giving up the egg, but in the fact that after the lost and recovered egg is suddenly taken away, she becomes calm without crying or making a fuss.

Later, I realized that I had thought too much - she hadn't had time to react at all.

The powerful gods have an amazing appetite. Asgard's delicious wine and barbecue can be eaten a hundred times, and the food on the earth can also please the stomachs of the people of God's Domain. Even if it is a small egg, chew it in your mouth, you can taste it. Chic country style.

Daisy is so small, but Thor is as big. She took a whole egg and stuffed it into her mouth in the blink of an eye. The movements were smooth and easy, which shocked the child beyond recognition.

That's a whole egg.

Dad didn't stuff a whole egg into his mouth when he was eating at home.

Tuanzi slowly thought of this, belatedly realized, looked down at his hands, there was nothing inside.

Thor chewed the egg, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle and getting more and more subtle. He turned his head inadvertently, almost choked the egg into his chest, and covered his mouth and coughed.

Little blond-haired, blue-eyed, milky Stark sat in her own baby chair, staring sadly at this head, with tears welling up in their sockets.

The two hands that were piously holding the egg just now were digging at the tray on the baby chair with no place to rest, looking a little pitiful for no reason.

It’s good that Thor didn’t turn his head, and when he turned, Daisy saw his slightly opened mouth in surprise, and there was a body with a broken egg in his mouth...

Tuanzi finally couldn't hold back, and cried while twisting his body to look for his father.

"?" Thor felt as if he was derailed from the world, "What happened?"

The old father's eyes rolled out of the sky.

The youngest daughter of the billionaire Stark has a simple desire to enjoy a fresh boiled egg by herself, and she is willing to peel the shell by herself, and she can peel it well. She also cherishes the food and never wastes a bite.

But it was somehow so difficult for this wish to come true.

Daisy's immature cognition of the world can't be explained, the whole body is very sad, and she doesn't want to sit in the baby chair.

This time I got my wish.

Tears were trembling in his bosom, and the surface of his small fist was as soft as it was squeezed. It rested on Tony's collar, and it was very powerful when he pulled it out.

"There's no need to cry." The old father said lightly, "Whoever ate it will pay you for it."

At this moment, there is nothing that one egg can't solve. If there is, then give two eggs.

It's a pity that my father won't let me eat two eggs.

The toddler’s emotions came and went quickly, and he slowly wiped away his tears and changed into a soft dress. Now he can sit quietly on the floor again, watching the overlord’s meal, and he will eat it in the future. The God of Thunder, who had more overlord meals, squatted in front of her, lowered her head, pursed her lips seriously, and peeled the third egg for her today with her big hands.

Thor has long been accustomed to strength, and also admires the so-called invincibility. It is easy to swing people with a hammer, and he is patient when peeling eggs, but it is inevitable to break some egg whites.

"It's delicious, but it's a little smaller." Thor said, "The birds in the Asgard Temple can lay such big eggs."

He made a gesture.

Daisy seemed to understand, she was not interested in Asgard's eggs, but she regained her joy when he handed the eggs over.

Then she's disgusted, blinks, and shows some unconsciously classic Stark look—a ten to ten like Tony—for that poor egg on the surface of the moon.

But in the end, I held it in my little hand and ate it bit by bit with treasure.

It must have been extra delicious.

The night on the farm is very quiet. There are no lights that stretch across the city, and there is no traffic. Because the purchased land is too large, there are not many strangers.

Daisy hesitated a bit.

The bed here smells different from the one she is used to sleeping on, and the quilt is also new. After being splashed in the bathtub, Tony wrapped her up in a big towel and put her on the bed in her flying squirrel pajamas. She insisted on sitting up. Ken sleeps.

"Mom."

Tuanzi looked at his father sitting on the edge of the bed, with crooked eyebrows, crawled over wheezing, and lay down on his lap in a familiar way.

The tender face can be sucked like a jelly, sucking out a mouthful of milky taste.

She stretched out her little hand and gently held his thumb, trying to bite it into her mouth.

Tony thought about it, lay down, and covered his daughter lying on his body with his hands, making her a cushion.

Lying down and looking at the ceiling like this is a bit monotonous.

The two of them didn't come to the farm very often. The house was well cared for by Arthur and looked brand new.

so new.

Tony scooped up the dumpling that was lying flat on his lap and put it on his chest, then took out the phone, and swiped up to paint the whole room with a layer of real-image simulation.

Just like the great room at home.

"Let Jarvis read you a story." The old father looked down at his chest and saw that the little one was sticking out his tongue, trying to blow bubbles with his saliva, and wiped the crystal dripping down her chin in distaste, "He likes For a more simple one, read "A Brief History of Time."

"I'd love to read A Brief History of Time, sir," said Jarvis.

"No." Daisy said.

Whether you understand it or not, just say no.

She nimbly rolled to the side, was stopped by Tony's arm, and rolled back again, slapping her little feet.

Coaxing her to sleep is my homework every night. Tonight's night breeze is very gentle, walking through the curtains is like holding hands through hair. If she is not asleep yet, it's good to hug her and go for a walk.

But while thinking this way, she has already fed a bottle of warm milk to the little dough in her arms. Seeing her quietly, her eyes gradually closed, her head bit by bit, and finally she hugged his neck safely and securely, sweet and sweet. Breathing and dreaming.

The nightlife for grown-ups has just begun.

It's a pity that there are no beautiful women, and no passion for midnight racing, so I can only sit down and have a drink or two with the alien who crashed into the house.

The kitchen at home is unique, separated from the counter, and behind it is a large bar. The well-preserved wine bottles, shakers and various wine glasses are full of shelves.

An adult who has lived for more than 1000 years is sitting in front of the bar, drinking a large glass of vodka.

"Looking at how you used to be, I didn't expect to be a decent father." Thor heard the movement behind him, and knew that there was only one person in the house walking around so late, without even turning his head, he said lazily, "People really live in a stage and a stage."

"I think you are like a day for ten years." Tony said.

"This kind of light wine is just right to drink." Thor looked sideways at the wine glass, still wanting more, "But I miss the wine in the thousand-year-old wine cellar in Asgard. Even the wine barrels are from the Brunhilde Fleet Only the brave are entitled to drink from the wreckage."

Tony walked around him and went behind the bar to make a martini with gin and gin.

"Heimdall." Here is a wanderer who has been home for a long time, and he is rarely willing to think about his hometown amidst the smell of alcohol. "I hope he can respond to me sooner."

"But the mention of the Millennium Wine Cellar reminds me of the time when we drank together in the past." Thor said, looking up at the allies behind the bar who were bartending, "Has the Avengers made any moves recently? After I left, you beat me up again." Which anti-social element?"

Tony's hand snapped.

The aroma of the wine in the shaker was just right, and his momentary strangeness seemed to be just an illusion. When Thor blinked and looked again, he had already poured the wine into the cocktail glass, held it to his lips and took a sip.

I didn't expect it to taste worse.

"No action." Tony said, "The Avengers have been torn apart."

Thor coughed.

The vodka finally burned hotly in his throat, showing the dignity of a bit of strong alcohol, but it was really not the right time. Thor couldn't speak, and could only pat the bar with his hands, making a thumping sound.

After finally slowing down, Thor threw away his wine glass, leaned up to Tony and asked, "Torn apart? Why?"

His sea blue eyes reflected the indifferent caramel color of the opponent's pupils.

Tony felt that this question was meaningless. He raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine. Finally, he wiped his lips with his fingers, turned his eyes to look elsewhere, and said slowly: "Something happened, I fell out with Steve Rogers . Some people stay, some people go, that's it."

Thor opened his mouth and didn't speak for a while.

"So before you fell apart, no one called to ask my opinion."

"Have you got a phone?"

"No."

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Mornings on the farm are pleasant.

The breeze blows, and the air smells of wet dew, which is fresh and cold. When it is inhaled into the nasal cavity, I feel that the breath of the whole body has been baptized, and it becomes lighter from the inside to the outside.

The sun is very good, there are no other buildings around, the sun is sufficient, but not violent. Occasionally, the shade of the curtain will move, and a cluster of light spots will be cast on the eyelids, slightly itchy.

The small bed was full of a tall body.

Arthur's clothes were fine for Thor, tight around the bodice, the neckline confining the neck and the bulging pectoral muscles.

Thor doesn't wear that gladiator outfit every day, with a cloak behind his back, and Earth clothes, which makes him look a lot more friendly.

The conversation with Tony last night lasted until midnight. He was not sleepy at first, and he was watching TV with nothing to do. Occasionally, he wanted to close his eyes and rest, and fell asleep after resting.

At this moment, the cerebral cortex is active, and I am dreaming a silent dream.

Compared with his recurring dreams in the past two days, the current dream is much gentler.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been away from Asgard for a long time. Every time Thor dreams of God’s Realm, he sees the sea of ​​fire devouring all the creatures in his hometown.In the sea of ​​flames stood the flame giant Surtur, wielding a huge sword, destroying it wantonly.

No one can stop it.

Some of Surtur's long nonsense can finally be heard. Although the threat of Ragnarok is arrogance, Thor can't ignore his dream when he thinks about it.

This is also the reason why he went to chop off people's skulls.

This morning, he didn't dream of Asgard, nor did he dream of Surtur. Like all normal men, even men over 1000 years old, Thor finally saw a woman in his dream.

But he didn't know whether it was pleasant or unpleasant to say it. He dreamed of his ex-girlfriend, Jane Foster, who became an astronomer.

On a certain level, dedicated feelings are well qualified to appear in Thor's dictionary.

More than 1000 years of experience are enough to talk about a girlfriend. The quality must be very high, but I still think about it from time to time.

He didn't admit it himself.

Thor dreamed of things a long time ago, before the birth of Ultron, and before the appearance of the dark elves, he found anomalies in Asgard, and Heimdall's eyes that could see everything could not find Jane's in the atrium. The figure, he came to look for it himself, and as soon as he landed, he saw Jane Foster standing in the rain.

In all fairness, she is really pretty.

But it seems that the beauty is a bit unrefined.

She blamed him for breaking his promise and never hearing from him. She not only slapped him, but also lifted a big rock and overturned him to the ground, suppressing him so that he couldn't move.

The ghost knows why there are big rocks on the road.

The heavy pressure on his heart made the son of Odin breathless, and he doubted life for a moment. It was rare to use his brain to think in a dream, and then he knew it was a dream, so he opened his eyes forcefully.

As soon as he opened his eyes, it became clear why he had such an unimaginable dream—on his solid chest, there was a mass of warm and soft turtle lying on it.

Daisy was holding an unopened bag of candy in one hand, and with the other up, secretly playing with his hair.Seeing that the grown-up who was being used as a cushion opened his eyes, he immediately stood up vigilantly and held Tang tightly.

What a group of pressure from reality to dream.

Thor lay on his back, let out a sigh of relief, his eyes slanted to the door, and he didn't see Tony or Arthur, and he felt a little headache.

He wondered why the Stark children got up so early.He doesn't take kids either.

"Your dad doesn't care about you, does he?" he said hoarsely.

Daisy looked at him silently, lowered her head, and smiled, obviously not because she understood the words, but because of the candy in her hand.

"Okay." Thor said.

He sat up, caught Stark's dumpling and put it aside, thinking about it, and patted her head with his hand.

Thor now knows that Daisy is Tony's adopted child.There was once an adopted child in his family, but now there is none.

But Iron Man raising children in this way is no different from raising his own children.People on earth always treat their cubs with a lot of loving tricks, such as the clothes with cartoon patterns on this little thing, such as her high-grade milk powder, such as the candy specially for infants that she is holding in her hand.Taking a closer look, the package also states the age group for consumption, from 24 months to [-] months.

"A child in Asgard learns to run when he learns to stand, and he learns to fight when he learns to run," Thor said.

As he spoke, he squeezed Daisy's soft little arms, shook his head and showed a clear, tolerant, and inexplicably proud smile.

As soon as he squeezed, Daisy immediately hugged her arms with her small hands, and twisted her body away.

This means refusal.

Thor raised an eyebrow.

At this moment, he forgot that he just woke up and saw the baby's headache, and with a rebellious mentality, he stretched out his big hand to grab her arm again.

Tuanzi yelped, thinking that the person who had eaten his own eggs was coming to get candy, so in a panic, he rolled on the bed, rolled to the edge of the bed, grabbed the sheet, and poked his little feet down.

When she touched the ground, she ran away.

Thor laughed out loud.

But after Daisy ran out for a while, she came back disheartened, grabbed the door frame, and poked her head out.

"Don't come in, I will eat children." This kind of untechnical hiding is ridiculous. Thor sat on the bed, folded his arms and took the time to look at the little child's face at the door, and said words to scare the baby.

Daisy didn't know what eating a child was. She turned her head and looked behind her, then moved her body a little towards the door.

Thor thought she was acting like a baby at first, but later he realized that she was actually unable to go down the stairs by herself, nor could she press the elevator, and she just asked an adult for help.

What a vain sentimentality.

Breakfast is already prepared downstairs.

Arthur is frying eggs in the kitchen. As soon as he gets off the elevator, he can smell the aroma of eggs floating in the air. The soul of oil and black pepper is sublimated in the tender egg yolk, which can flow like honey when poked. Greatly develop the taste buds and make people have an appetite.

A casual elderly father is sitting at the dining table drinking coffee.

Daisy woke up too early, had no food, and was left to play in Thor's room. At this moment, she excitedly took the candy, ran to the dining table with her chubby legs, and stretched out her little hands to hug her.

Thor walked behind, meeting the eyes of Tony who was looking over.

Their eyes met, and the two men had an unusual tacit understanding. They kept silent about the split of the reunion that they had been talking about for a long time last night.

"You think I don't judge? I still judge," Thor said at the time.

"I don't need to judge." Tony poured his glass full of spirits, expressionless, "Whoever you think is right, please zip up your mouth."

"Otherwise?"

"Go live on the main road."

"Still have a drink."

Tony leaned over and lifted his daughter into the baby chair.

There are several small square dinner plates on the tray, one for dumplings, one for soft boiled carrots, one for potatoes, and one for small noodles mixed with spinach.

Daisy couldn't eat the fried egg because of the black pepper, and Arthur was frying another one.

Daisy treasured the candy and hid it in the baby chair. She grabbed a piece of carrot with her little hand and put it in her mouth to bite slowly.

Thor stood by, looked at the breakfast on Daisy's plate, and looked at the stack of gluten-free bread on the table, smiled, pulled out his chair and sat down, and ate the bread with bacon, eggs and lettuce.

At the end of September, two days before the calendar turns to October, Seattle is still warm, and people and animals live comfortably.

Alpacas walking around outside.

The sharp eyes came out of the window again, took a second look and left, and after a while, took another look.

Knowing that Daisy was coming to Stark's family a year ago, Arthur bought two docile ponies.

Tony planned to take Daisy out to see the horses after dinner.

He had already had breakfast, and looked down at the news interface unfolding on the dining table, but from the corner of his eye he was still looking at the little girl eating next to him, stretched out his hand, cut her ravioli into three pieces with a spoon, scooped up one of them, and fed Into the round mouth that can't wait to open.

"Mom."

Daisy was very happy, her little feet flicked.

I don't know when this title will be changed. The old father who is both a father and a mother didn't correct it at first, but he has gotten used to it by now.

He was feeding the child, but he didn't see Thor, who was sitting opposite, stretched his ears.

Thor Odinson is a man with an occasionally strong sense of gender.This kind of occasional strong expression is reflected in how awkward he thought after hearing the phrase "Mom".

The awkwardness continued until now when I went out to play.

Daisy really likes ponies, more than alpacas.

The sharp-eyed alpaca did not come to disturb her, and she could happily squat outside the stables and watch Arthur feed the horses with carrots.

The carrots are juicy and juicy, packed in a special small iron bucket, and covered with some vegetables.

"Would you like to touch it, Daisy?" Arthur asked.

He picked up a lock of the pony's mane, rubbed it with his thumb, and waved to Daisy.

Little Daisy's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she hurried over, very boldly, and gently touched the mane with her spotless little finger like Arthur.

Just jumping up for joy.

If asked to feed carrots, she would also like to feed them.

The only thing that makes people laugh and cry is that when she turned her head and was distracted, then turned back to look, she saw that she had stopped supplying the pony with food at some point, and the carrot in her hand was slowly being sent to her mouth.

The little pony's eyes were pitiful.

Tony stood by and looked at Daisy. It was rare for him to take out his phone to take a photo. He swiped the screen and found Happy's text message. He said to Arthur, "I'll make a call."

Thor is feeding the horses.

The adults naturally have to feed the big horse, and half a bucket of carrots has been fed, which obviously cultivates the horse's affection for its parents, stroking the shiny and smooth hair with hands, and it has the heart to ride and gallop.

As soon as Daisy turned her head and saw her father walking away, talking on the phone, she lost her desire to eat carrots, walked two steps towards Tony, and whispered "Mom".

Then I felt a shadow beside me, tall and big, blocking the sun.

Thor said: "You want to call him Dad. Isn't it strange to call him Mom?"

Daisy pointed to the old father's back with her finger.

"Yes, that's him, Tony Stark." Thor squatted down, "Call him Dad."

The little one was a little confused, his mouth was closed, and he just didn't speak.

The God of Thunder's obsessive-compulsive disorder came up, and he was very patient for a while: "Call Dad."

"Dad, do you know?"

"dad--"

I did not know how many sentences were taught, but to no avail.Just as he was about to persevere, he suddenly saw a joy on Tuanzi's face, pointed behind him, and said affectionately: "Mom."

Thor nodded.

Turning his head to look, the old father who had returned after making the phone call was crossing his arms, looking down from top to bottom, and jokingly said: "The seniority is not right."